In the month af march, my father went away. since that time, I've lost my way. long years. I've worked so fand, For nine long Even when life cold and hard.
Each day I wake and try my best, -with little sleep and little rest. I carry dreams, I carry pain, But I get up and tur tue again.
When i felt weak and full of fear. Chunmun came and stood so near. Like a sister she gave me light, Her words gave me the strength to fight.
Even today, I make this vow. I'l not give up - not then not now. No matter what comes in my way. I'll keep moving every day.
I've lost a lot, but i'll still tuy with tears in heart and head held I'll fight my battles, i'll never run, Because i know I'm not done. - "Abhishek Srivastava"
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